Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings. We're raisin' hell like a class when the lunch bell rings. The king will be praised and hell will be raised. S-s-s-suckers try to faze him but D won't be
Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings. We're raisin' hell like a class when the lunch bell rings. The king will be praised and hell will be raised. S-s-s-suckers try to faze him but D won't be
Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings. We're raisin' hell like a class when the lunch bell rings. The king will be praised and hell will be raised. S-s-s-suckers try to faze him but D won't be
). The V. I. P. gets it started with intro. Bustin' smooth moves on top of instrumental. Turn up the beats in the Jeeps louder. Here we go y'all - with minutes of power Minutes of power Minutes of
kiddin' around. I could be anything, anything but sticking around. Love is hell, love is hell. Love is hell, is hell It's raining, I can see it outside. Funny I'm still in it. Just sitting here with
, what up, Brett?). He's smokin', but it's not a cigarette. (Speak on it, Pep) I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself. Get into somethin' he can't out of?. A lot of my friends are sick and tired
Lord i come to you . Let my heart be changed, renewed . Flowing from the grace . That i've found in you . And lord i've come to know . The weaknesses i see in me . Will be stripped away . By the
(Cummings/Wallace). . Nothing much left to say at social gatherings. Nothing much left behind from the time before. Got to learn about losing and pushin' your time. And trying just a bit too
A line of strands to mark the trail. No one said it would be easy. I must admit I thought the risk. Was better waged in younger seasons. . And all these years in the cold play hell on the throat
within. Flee from reality I'm in a state of confusion. I don't know how to get back. Don't give a damn about the future. I can't remember the past What the hell is going on?. Self-induced insanity. I